Your posts are such a revelation. I never saw that poem of Dickinson's before... I'm really swept away by it. It and your photos are the most serious, realistic, tragic and illumined memorial for Memorial Day I think any of us could find, or stomach! All blessings on thee...

Beautiful Memorial Day montage. Emily's list is "repealless" -- what a strange and surprising word. And Pepsi versus Coke in the middle of all the flag waving. Hurrah. Mine eyes have seen the glory. -- DL

(Of course, it's the unanticipated dissonance in the UNRHYMING final line that puts the original version over the top... the grass is seamless, the dead beneath it are numberless, and the chill fingers of the wind, almost touching the reader's wrist as they inscribe the list without repeal, are as final and palpable, in their way, as Melancholy's finger, pressed to her lips as she departs, in the Keats ode...)

(And speaking of inversion of expectation, the originality and ingenuity of doing red, white and blue in black and white is pure Jim Rohan; making us all the more susceptible to that spectacularly fortuitous "capture" in the second photo here, in full coordinated colour, the guy bending over the sea of flags, dressed to blend...)